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I'm about to drink a can of beer that is 11.6% and to prove it's me I've photographed it against a background of my latest french literary acquisition

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i defy any of you to provide such evidence

M A X I M A T O R
MAXI INTENSE
 

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My liquid investigation into Italy’s love affair with Tennent’s Extra
How a hard-hitting version of Scotland’s default lager found a glamorous second life abroad

When the mausoleum containing Emperor Nero’s ashes was destroyed in the 12th century, it was rumoured his remains had been secretly deposited in a tomb on the historic Via Cassia road leading out of Rome to the north. The area supposedly became a place of pilgrimage for those keen to pay homage to the famously cruel, perpetually drunk emperor and, to this day, it is known colloquially as something it is almost certainly not: Tomba di Nerone.

It was here, on a wintry day in the 21st century, that I found myself on my own pilgrimage, not to pay my respects to the booze-doused fiddler but to visit a place stocked with the kind of high-powered beers that would have made even Nero hesitate: Tennent’s Pub. Its draft kegs contain Tennent’s Extra, with an eye-watering 9 per cent alcohol by volume (ABV), shipped all the way from Glasgow.
 

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My liquid investigation into Italy’s love affair with Tennent’s Extra
How a hard-hitting version of Scotland’s default lager found a glamorous second life abroad

When the mausoleum containing Emperor Nero’s ashes was destroyed in the 12th century, it was rumoured his remains had been secretly deposited in a tomb on the historic Via Cassia road leading out of Rome to the north. The area supposedly became a place of pilgrimage for those keen to pay homage to the famously cruel, perpetually drunk emperor and, to this day, it is known colloquially as something it is almost certainly not: Tomba di Nerone.

It was here, on a wintry day in the 21st century, that I found myself on my own pilgrimage, not to pay my respects to the booze-doused fiddler but to visit a place stocked with the kind of high-powered beers that would have made even Nero hesitate: Tennent’s Pub. Its draft kegs contain Tennent’s Extra, with an eye-watering 9 per cent alcohol by volume (ABV), shipped all the way from Glasgow.

"It was Tennent’s Extra that I found myself drinking just off Via Cassia, near the tomb that may or may not house Nero’s remains. Seated in Tennent’s Pub, which has proudly fed and watered locals since 1996, I slowly sipped my pint as pub landlord Alessandro regaled me with tales of the Tennent’s Extra record-holder: a regular, the spitting image of Ivan Drago from Rocky IV, who put away 15 pints in a single evening."
 

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"... Slalom, an allegedly Scottish beer that also seems to only exist in Italy. (“I never thought about where it was from. I assumed it was the depths of hell,” a Tennent’s Pub drinker named Lorenzo told me.)"

Whomever next goes to Italy clearly needs to track this one down.
 

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beer = bottles, unless it’s a speciality gaff selling niche drinks in highly specific glasses, Trappist, wheat beers, even Newcy Brown the ultimate “why are they so enamoured with gut rotting spew so much?”

bottles rule but hardly anyone gets bottled or glassed - shot maybe but bottled? less than two per century, very civilised:

Americans have mastered the “I’m going out to a bar alone to drink and munch until oblivion hits” more fully than anywhere in the British Isles, Scandinavia or Japan - why use draft systems which require cleaning when you can just reach for the fridge contents? think draft booze comes with a specific license for a premise too but it’s been a while = so even more bottled beer
 

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how many times have Londoners hosted The Dudes now, 4? 3? 5?

they owe a night on the tiles at the very least, city breaks style - east coast, central/Chicago/mid-west or New Yawlins/Texas and south west, west coast

let the consumption commission commence
 
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